Tulum......Belize......Guatemala

July 23,2010

It is amazing to me how easy it all flows. We left Tulum on Tuesday for Bacalar Lagoon.
The plan was to leave from there early, cross the border into Belize and buy new tires for Bluebird at the Free Zone. At Bacalar someone told me not to rush, the stores there do not open until 10 am. So we took our time. I cleaned the inside of Bluebird, organized myself and enjoyed a swim in the Lagoon. On the way to Chetumal I could see dark clouds forming. By the time we got to the border, it was pouring buckets. I was once again drenched before I even left Mexico. Belize has very stringent regulations regarding pets and I knew, I did not have one required form, other then the health certificate for sky. Leave it to Sky to know what to do. He went hiding in the back of the bus, even I could not see him, neither did the custom official, who glanced briefly through my driver window. Thanks to the continued downpour, the official did not feel like searching through my bus and we were allowed to pass. Many thank you prayers followed. The Zona Libre was flooded, so I scratched the idea of new tires.
Something was also urging me on to drive through Belize and get to Guatemala.
The people of Belize were super friendly and are beautiful. I saw some exceptionally handsome men there.....but the urge to get to Guatemala was stronger. Western Belize is absolutely gorgeous and seems to be better off then what I had seen in the north of the country. We made it to the border of Guatemala by 5pm. Crossing into Guatemala was the easiest process to date and very fast. An hour later we arrived in El Remate, on the Peten Lagoon, which looked like a nice place to stay. Tikal is only about 33 km from here. I had been wondering, why I needed to arrive in Guatemala that same day. The next morning, as I prepared to visit the temples of Tikal, I noticed the date..July 22nd. Wow...now it made sense. Numbers seem to have importance when planting the Ruby seeds, or certain arrangements of the planets at times. I spent the whole day at Tikal, albeit without my camera, which I had forgotten to pack with me. The sites are spread out over large Jungle terrain. Despite a fair amount of mini buses, cars and trucks in the parking lot, there were hardly any people on the Jungle trails and only a handful of visitors at different sites. I had read about robberies and such at Tikal, which left me somewhat unsettled walking alone there at first. A prayer for help sent a lovely Mexican family from the Teotihuacan area. Along with them came a Maya lady with her three children. They had no water with them and the children were so thirsty, I shared my water. Connecting with them, laughing and talking, I forgot all about my fears. We traveled together for a while. Later, when I was alone again and fear came, I just recalled the children into my mind and all was well. The jungle was full of animals. I saw a pack of at least 20 Pizotes (coati mundi) with babies, spider monkey families, howler monkeys, gray fox, wild turkey, tucans and many other colorful birds and butterflies, along with orange hawks and voltures. Tikal is a magical place, very alive in spirit. I will probably go and visit again, maybe then I can take pictures. The day ended with a swim in Peten Lagoon. Sky got to swim too and retrieve sticks, his favorite game. I had rented a casita in El Remate, so Sky could have a cool and comfortable place while I was at the Temples.

Thunder and Lightening illuminating the path to Tulum

July 12, 2010

Oyy weh...! Thunder and Lightening has been following us since the visit at the Teotihuacan ruins. I hadn't paid much attention to it, as at this time of the year afternoon storms are customary. Although I was aware in Teotihuacan how the storm had provided me an opening to plant the Ruby seeds, without people being present. There was also a Thunderstorm & Lightening in Palenque and Uxmal right after the planting
of the seeds and I had started to wonder about it, because it happened like at 10 am or at noon or just about anytime out of normal rhythm. It really caught my attention at Chichen-Itza. The lightening hit the ground so hard there, again right after the ceremony and planting, it shook like in an earthquake and the sound of the cracks is still reverberating in my ears. And of course is poured while I escaped into a taxi back to the little town of Piste. When I arrived back at my camping spot, Sky had disappeared. His leash was there, but no sight of him anywhere. He is very afraid of thunderstorms. I could only imagine how freaked out he was in this storm, that was still continuing as hard as ever. You could feel the strikes and the electricity discharges into the earth. I asked around if anyone had seen him and walked the back roads calling for him. Strangely, I wasn't upset. I just thought, if I had known this was how he would end up...lost in the Mexican jungle....I would have left him with Rodger in Alaska. I had been feeling that changes were upon me, but you never know what that will look like. I felt calm and told myself that I would accept whatever it is. Within the hour a guy waved me to his shop and showed me where my dog was hiding. He told me, that the dog had come 3 times to hide and each time had gone back to the van to check if I had returned. We were so glad to see each other.
I realized the changes were not of external nature, but what was changing inside of me.In dream time I had been shown that I needed to step out in plain view and conduct my ceremonies, even invite the public to participate and join me. I don't even know what I am doing or understand what it is for, why these crystals have to be placed in a sequence of numbers at certain locations. Yet, the information comes always in very clear on where the next site is and even where the crystals need to be placed. It took me a bit to work up enough courage to step up to the plate in Palenque. Since then the ceremony has changed , people have joined me at different sites and in general, everyone has been very respectful or interested to find out what it is all about. The planting of the seeds however is done at a secret location on the sites for good reason. I thought about Drunvalo Melchezedik and how it had taken him years to write and talk about what he had been led to do, along with others that are doing the same thing for various reasons, but no one talks about it.
When the concept of Spiritual Warrior was brought up to me, the question of " why all the secrecy " kept repeating itself. That is when I decided to trust, believe and fully embody what I am led to do, regardless of what others might think about it.
It's my path on the Ruby Road....and I am excited to be on it. I also realized that Sky has his own path to figure out and I need to let him, not be so over protective.
He is very smart. I hardly have to give him any commands. He just does everything naturally. After Chichen-Itza we continued on to Ek Balam, a small but powerful site. We spent the night at the Coba Lagoon, visited the ruins in the morning and arrived in Tulum last Saturday. It was wonderful to be greeted by friends and welcome back into the community. On the 11th of July, Solar Eclipse and new moon, we visited the Tulum ruins. Now I am happy to camp at the beach, go diving with my friend Budgie in the Cenotes and re-connect with friends here around town, before heading towards Guatemala.

Mountains......Floods.......Pyramids

July 6, 2010

Oh my God, it has been a wild journey through Mexico so far.

We left San Carlos at the Sea of Cortes to Mazatlan. Took one look at the city and turned north, where we found a beautiful spot on the beach. Had to go swimming in the Pacific and stay near the water for a day. From there the road turned inland over the first mountain pass via Tepic to Guadalajara. Just as we worked our way into the city, a storm dumped an unbelievable amount of rain, flooding the city streets until they were no longer passable. The traffic was a mess. Somehow I found the Periferico (beltway around the city) and headed back for the highway out of town. The next town was not in much better shape, but we found a place to camp for the nite. Guanajuato and San Miguel de Allende was our next destination. After visiting Guanajuato, which lies at about 6700 feet, I felt the urge to scrap Miguel and instead go on toward Teotihuacan. The next morning I saw on TV somewhere what devastation happened during the nite in that area. The rivers flooded the valleys and huge mud slides came down the mountains. You can imagine how grateful I felt to have listened to the urge to move on. I prayed a lot that day for all the people who lost their lives and all the hardship for those affected by the hurricane depression. Teotihuacan was hot and beautiful until another Thunderstorm blew in and I got drenched. Everybody looked like they had walked through a car wash. The canopy of trees could not hold back the downpour at all. After the rain, it was magical at the ruins. There was no one there. I sneaked into the Quetzalcoatl temple and whiled with the Ancient Ones, which had been buried there. Mexico has an excellent road system around the large cities, which allowed me to avoid the capital and start over the mountains toward the Caribean coast. The mountainous country side beyond Mexico City is spectacular. Although some of the vehicles in use are amazing. They almost look home built. I have not seen an accident so far, but plenty of broken down chulupas along the way. Yesterday we arrived at Palenque. Eddy, a nice young Mexican fellow, watched my dog and washed my car while I visited the ruins for 4 hours. Palenque is an awe inspiring place with many trails into the jungle. The ruins are well preserved. The site felt very peaceful and serene. Upon my return to the parking lot, Eddy announced it was time to go swimming. We drove a little ways and then headed on foot into the jungle to a waterfall. It had been a very hot and humid day. The fresh water was delicious. On the way back through the jungle we observed 2 families of Howler monkeys with their babies. I gave Eddy a ride to his house. He had washed three cars that day and was tired. It had been a magical day for me. My heart was jumping with joy and wonder. Not to spoil the feeling, I only drove a little further north towards the coast, before turning in for the night. Today we arrived at Santa Elena on the Puuc Route of the ruins. We will stay here for a few days and rest, visit the ruins and just enjoy the landscape and the Mundo de Mayas.

Yeaaaahhhh!!.... Viva Mexico

June 27, 2010

A gentle, cool ocean breeze greeted us yesterday afternoon at San Carlos/Guaymas on the Sea of Cortez. What respite it was from the interior 105 degree heat. I sprang immedeately into the water, splashing around like a kid. Just couldn't help myself.
Then decided to have a cold beer to celebrate, but that left me more buzzed then anticipated or desired. Either way...I am so happy to be back on the ocean and back in Mexico. Sky loves it too. He couldn't stop running on the beach last nite and playing with sticks. Tucson had taken another day, seven to be exact, since I had become marooned there with car troubles, that on the last day I was starting to wonder if I would ever get to leave the USA. Day 7 was especially trying, since I had completed all my preparations, expecting to be on my way. I spent probably 1/2 a day wrestling with doubts about Bluebird. The other half I prayed, meditated and eventually surrendered to whatever would come. At 5 minutes before 5pm the Mechanics called to let me know they had found the real problem, fixed it and Bluebird was ready to fly.Ugghh!!! My first thought was:"I need to work on Faith and Trust". This doubt business is just too painful. We got up at 4am, sat with the lunar eclipse for an hour, which was fully visible from Tucson, and left at 5am for the border. The crossing took a good time for the paperwork to be completed, but proceeded without any searches or hassles. There was also no evidence of border tension, instead everybody was very friendly, hospitable and accomodating. At least, that was my experience.

Still here....Tucson

June 19, 2010

Sedona and the red rocks were so beautiful and very refreshing for my spirit.
I met up with my beloved friend Darlene. We talked, laughed and had dinner after spending all day together. Such a beautiful person and connecting with her cleared out all the fog in my mind. The next morning Sky and I went for a hike up Boynton Canyon, before we headed south toward Tucson in the afternoon. The following morning I had errands to run, but by the afternoon Bluebird exhibited similar signs of discomfort and not running right. We turned into a shop. They however could not detect what is going on. By the time I called some European Services, that might know VW buses, the
workweek was already over. So here we are...marooned in Tucson until Monday.
This has not exactly been an easy road so far. Then again, I find myself wanting to skip steps. Which is what I had been doing, by not having prepared everything in the way I should have been. It reminds me of many years past, when this didn't seem to make much difference. Now there seems to be a different beat. I have been on this path of taking full responsibility for my actions, but didn't realize, how narrow and straight this path has become. Skip a step and cause and effect are right around the corner. The same is true when needs arise. It always seems to be available, just when I need something. So we are okay, staying cool. There is a pool, showers, laundry and coffee in the morning. BBQ tonight!

Sedona.......but who am I....?

June 16, 2010

We left Las Vegas in the early morning hours after saying a tearful good-bye to Mom and her dog Sasha. The drive over Hoover Dam and into Arizona was a breeze. Just before getting into Kingman I heard a slight noise coming from the rear wheel. Since we were just rolling into town I thought it best to stop and have it cheched out. Low and behold right there, shortly after the exit, was a Brake Repair shop. Turns out, both rear brake drums needed to be replaced. I knew, I should have gotten Bluebird in Vegas into a shop to have the brakes checked, but ignored once more my intuition, because I wanted to spend all the time available with Mom. Thank God again, this happened right in a town, where things could get taken care of. As it was, we had to stay there for the night, waiting for the parts to arrive the next morning. Needless to say, sufficient time to once more ponder my situation and how I had gotten myself there. It occured to me, how hard it is to really follow only intuition and not get engaged into the mind game. I have been more than lucky, always being in reach of help, when I needed it, but I also realize, to really flow with the Devine, takes a lot more fine tuning my awareness. I feel like riding a bicycle on training wheels. Like learning a new skill on a whole new different level.
When I rolled into Sedona yesterday afternoon, my spirit and heart took a leap. All of a sudden I could breath deep and free. I had the same experience in Utah, where I had come by a landscape dotted with cliffs and red rocks. Since I had left Montana there have been bouts of dealing with anxiety. Not in a major way, but enough to notice. Breathing deeply, like I had learned during my divemaster training in Mexico last winter, had gotten me through those days. I have never had anieties in my life and really wonder about myself. Some days, I don't even recognize myself. The feelings are so pronounced, whether they are positive or negative. Yet there is never any doubt in my mind to be on this journey. That is really the only thing I am sure about. Everything else feels like drifting down a river, not knowing what will be around the next bend. Well, I guess, that is what life is anyway. For me that means being absolutely vulnerable, but learning to accept that and being okay with it.

The route to being "humble"

June 8, 2010
It has never been quite clear to me what humble really means. Sure, I have had moments, days, even weeks in my life when I felt very humble. The healing work never seemed like it was me doing it. I always felt very privileged to be the instrument
to a greater power, thus let the work be done, so clients and patients could receive what they needed. That was my concept of being humble. But I could never fully translate that into other every day decisions, unless something bad happened and by taking responsibility for it, I felt humbled, as a result of it. More often I associated it with moments of beauty, deep love and connecting to people, places and events.
When I left Helena, I knew where I was going. I had made up my mind which route to take and what to see. My heart felt a bit heavy after saying good-bye to Sue,Rich and Hankie and the beautiful place they had provided for us. But it was time to go!
We headed southeast to Chico Hotsprings, Yellowstone Park and into the Grand Tetons.
It rained the entire time. Sometimes it stormed and the winds were buffeting Bluebird so visciously, at times I thought, it might blow us off the road. I was miserable. We saw a lot of wildlife along some of the most beautiful countryside, but the misery continued. One day I decided I will drive until I am out of the rain, before I stop anywhere for the night again. We found sunshine in Idaho. Even more sunshine welcomed us into Utah. Then Bluebird broke down. Fortunately this happened right at the entrance of a very small town on a Sunday afternoon. Sky and I hung out for hours in a shady spot behind a brick building, waiting for the searing heat to ease off at sunset. This gave me ample time to ponder my situation. I wasn't upset, just kind of stumped. A day before I departed Helena, in a dream I was shown the route...to go to Chico, then Yellowstone and out the westside to Idaho on the I 15. But the dream had been sketchy and kind of fragmented and I had forgotten it. I remembered it that afternoon. The next morning I brought Bluebird to the mechanic.
It turned out to be a minor problem from bad fuel that could get fixed for little money by a handsome, sweet young (presumable) Mormon man. We took off in the direction I-15 south. By then I had realized how fortunate we had been and how vulnerable we are going to be. My conversation with God was something like: "Okay, I will get out of the way.....I will trust....I will follow directions.....and I am very grateful. To be humble is to be grateful, even when there is no answer for why!